Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Spirit Takes Flight And Touches The Canopy Of Life (2)

After a one week hiatus, I is back. None the worse for wear, or is it the wear for worse? No matter, even though I'm currently wired weird this week (see this post as to why), you'll be getting the genuine thing today. 100% natural, 0% artificial. No fillers, no preservatives, no chemical warfare, just honest-to-goodness silliness. Then again, if you clicked on the last link, maybe not.

Anyways, let us continue with our trip through November/December 2010, courtesy of Mr. Peabody's Wayback Machine.

The ever popular, never to be requested picture of my foot, along with the sidewalk. Oh Mr. Bruce, could you give us the rundown on what our model is wearing? Shure thang. Our "mod-dell" is wearing a seriously stained boot (ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!), jeans that are way too large, and a ratty coat.

Also the ever popular and never intentionally requested picture of my finger. What? Background? It's a house, with a bare tree and dead leaves. What? Dead body? What dead body? I don't see no...oh, that dead body in the leaves there...well...ummm...say look, isn't that Powdered Toast Man flying by?

Reality check. Vacant storefront that used to house a local insurance agent. However, when the remaining original owner decided to sell, the new owner eventually closed up shop and moved to East Hartford. Far as I know, it's still vacant. Building next door that you see the wall of is home to the best local burger/dog joint called "GoldBurger's". Facebook link can be found on the header at my main blog.

Ice skating competition I think. Or a dance competition. Not sure which anymore.

Another pose...still not sure what it's for, but it's easy to get confused when daughter does: ballet, tap, hip hop and figure skating...hmmmm, could be for figure skating...

Kick ass tree. Autumn in Connecticut, it just don't get any better than this.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Spirit Takes Flight And Touches The Canopy Of Life (1)

Yeah, I know, I know, the title of the post belongs more on Cedar's Mountain than it does here, but the original title for the post (Relaxing In New England) didn't do anything for me once I got a good look at the contents of the folder.

We are now officially celebrating Autumn 2010, specifically Halloween and Thanksgiving, on this blog. And sometime in May we will be celebrating Winter 2010. Sometime in August, we should be celebrating Spring 2011 on this blog, specifically a series called "A Day In The Life Of Winnie The Pooh".

Anywho, let's enjoy the splendor that is Autumn and those two adult oriented holidays called Halloween and Thanksgiving.

Jenelle decided that for Halloween, she wanted to dress up as a witch. This is her version of a witch, complete with ghoulish makeup and fangs. And yes, she did wear a hat and shoes that night.

This time, a very scary pose. I like this one better than the first one.

And thus, another Halloween has come and gone. Now we're heading into November with the remaining three. This was taken on the route that I usually take during my weekly Saturday morning errand walk. I think it's pretty cool on how the front yard was carpet bombed (see, I can too use a destructive military word in a positive way) with leaves.

This one was taken on one of my weekend walks. Not sure whether it was on a Saturday or a Sunday, but I one thing I can be sure of was that it was pretty damn cold that day. I believe it was in the high 30's and breezy. Anyways, this one came about because this particular house always had nifty displays in their yard and I vowed that as soon as I was able to co-ordinate one of my walks, a camera and one of those displays at the same time, I would take a photo. And right after I snapped this photo, I spent the next half hour getting caught up with an old acquaintance from my son's cub scout days.

Autumn in Newington as seen on my street. I think that the main reason as to why the trees already look semi-bare was because we didn't have that wet of a summer in 2010. Had a nasty ass winter, but we'll talk about that in couple of months or so.

I do want to point out one major pet peeve of mine that you can see in this photo: leaves in the street. Our town, like most others, has a leave collection, and in order to facilitate that collection, all stray leaves must be racked to the curb.

Not the street. When you rake leaves into the street, and believe you me, there are some neighborhoods that are simply polluted with leaves in the street, two things happen: streets become impassable and become prone to severe flooding because the sewer grates are clogged with leaves.

'Nuff said.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

My Neighborhood (6)

Welcome to the absolutely-positively-unequivocally-the-very-last-post of this blog...whoops...I inserted the wrong word there. Sorry 'bout that. Not quite there yet as this blog is only at 49.26% capacity (yes, there is a capacity limit for photos. Don't believe me? Then ask the fabulous Bea over at the Dog In The Hole Studio about the picture capacity for Blogger, which btw is 1024 MB).

Take 2.

Welcome to the absolutely-positively-unequivocally-the-very-last-post of this series.

Much better

Anyways, starting with next week's series (tentatively titled "Relaxing in New England), we'll be going back to the tried and true 5-6-5-6-5 picture format as I'm now comfortable with not only what I got on tap for picture CD's but what I gots for cameras as well. Without further blogressions, lets commence with the captioning.

During one of my many walks to the center I used to visit the local Dunkin' Donuts. The reason as to why I say "used to" is not because of the coffee or food tasting lousy but because I still believe that I was short changed a few weeks ago. So until I can come to my senses and forget about the ugly incident, I shall not be stopping there. Anyways, last fall, they had this nifty little whatchamacallit (no, not the candy bar) on display near the counter. I thought it was funky enough for me to take a picture, so I did.

The reason as to why I took a picture a picture of a outdoor thermometer is pretty basic, especially if you take into consideration these basic facts: It is autumn; it is September/October; it is Connecticut; for the past few years, it has been mighty warm during those months. Therefore, if you click on the pic, you will see that the temps shows a little north of 60 degrees.
Father Nature needed to get a little practice in, so while Mother Nature was busy becoming one with herself (don't go there), he decided to have a little fun by doing his best impersonation of Bob Ross. And yes, that is my car in the foreground, the one that went through three pairs of license plates in one calendar month this year. Note, for any of you who live in CT and happened to be visiting here today, your local town will charge you $117 for not having a front plate on your car. Anyways, looking at this picture reminds me of a seriously old song lyric (don't go there): red and yellow and pink and green. purple and orange and blue. i can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow too.

I wanna say that I took this one at my house, but you know what, I haven't the foggiest idea where I shot this one. Heck, I haven't even a clue on what those are underneath the tree there.

Not a clue boys and girls, although if I was to venture a guess, I would say......Litchfield? In any event, its a mountain scene with all kinds of nifty colors to please the eye, bath the spirit and quench the soul.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

My Neighborhood (5)

Welcome back to the old neighborhood, to the old same old same old, to your comfort zone, to your memories of days gone by where the only thing you had to worry about is getting your homework done as quickly as possible so that you could go out and play hide and not seek.

Today's theme is....TREES!

Big trees, little trees, quioxtic trees, trees with personalities, trees with no personalities, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, lovely trees, wonderful trees.

Big ass tree. Father Nature was preparing his palette that morning when a few drops accidentally ran down his arm. Miffed for being so clumsy, he shook his hand a couple of times (but didn't lead them along that golden beach) and down they fell from the heavens and kissed the ground (but not the concrete), who then soaked up the vibrant warmth, carefully caressed it like a newborn babe and gently sent it back up via the roots for the trees to eagerly show off to the rest of the world.

Lots of multi-colored trees in the background. Tripping down memory lane, if you walk this natural culvert, you can basically walk all the way to the mountain via two dozen backyards.

More big ass trees. A favorite photographic area of mine, here is where Father and Mother Nature often compete with one another to see who can come up with the most breathtaking, the most heartwarming, the most soul touching view for the season. You would think that Mother Nature would have the advantage since it is she who has Cedar Mountain at her disposal, but more often than not, Father Nature comes out on top here.